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Not for the anti-Vday folks
Allow me to share my first Valentine's with my boyfriend. *yebah*
Well, it is technically our first Valentine's as a real couple.
Anyway, I told myself that I would not prepare anything for him, because last year I prepared candlelit dinner at a previous apartment and drove my flatmates away. Well, I didn't want to plan another one because I figured it's his turn to make this day special for me. He's the guy anyway.
A couple of days before Vday, he told me we'd have lunch on the said day. So I woke up real early even if I was still groggy from lack of sleep so when he comes to the flat, I'd be ready. By 11am, there was still no word from him. I was already fuming. Two hours after I headed out the flat with two sandwiches for lunch. He texted around 3 pm to tell me he didn't go to work, and he'd just see me in the evening. By then I was already fuming.
Past 7pm, we got word that a bus exploded underneath the MRT Ayala station. Fury was replaced by worry. I told him not to go anymore. Thirty minutes after he replied that he knew about the blast and that he'd still see me because he was already in the Makati area. In my head I imagined ways to torture him for his foolishness.
9 p.m. and we were still not done at the office. It was going to be a long night with the big news coming here and there. For sure the editors won't let it pass just because it's Vday. He texted that he was already at the flat and he knows I'd go on overtime because of all the breaking news. He hoped I'd be so hungry because he brought along a lot of food.
I went home around 10.30. There he was waiting by the door, with the food and a bottle of bubbler (it wasn't exactly wine, but it tasted nice) on the table. There were no flowers as i had hoped there would be, but considering the effort of coming to see me was enough to melt my heart. Sappy.
We finished around 12 midnight. He was unusually sweet. More like the boyfriend I imagine him to be. He told me he couldn't remember promising that we'd be having lunch. I wanted to strangle him. Well, I did not entirely NOT prepare something. Made him what I called "illustrated poetry." Being the non-writer that he is, he was touched by it. Previous girlfriend wasn't as creative as I am. haha.
Anyway, it wasn't dinner by the sea, with the stars and the moon serving as chandeliers. It wasn't dinner in an expensive hotel with soft music we can slow dance to. But it was a sincere effort on the part of a man who wanted to surprise his girl on a day of hearts. It's pretty much a romantic Valentine's to me.
Of course, I am still counting on those flowers. But there'll be plenty of occassions for that. ;p
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